I. When come the thoughts of things that might have been, Of love, of home, and maybe children too, To wrap their tiny hands around a mother's heart, I long, but wishing's done, I chose my part, To follow my career, my will to do. —And now, youth's dreams can never be again. And I have only a career. II. I know he wants his freedom once again; He says I'm old, worn-out, and ugly too. And now divorce, 'tis best that we should part. But could he know that deep within my heart There's still a spark of love which yet might do —But now I dream of things that might have been. For I have but an empty house. III. At times when things go wrong the whole day through, And I'm worn down with worry, fret and care; I often dream of things that might have been, Or might be now, if I would turn again To youth, to wealth once offered, if I dare. —Sometimes I wish that dreams of youth came true. For I have only a poor home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD VICARAGE, GRANTCHESTER by RUPERT BROOKE YOUR HANDS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL THE KINGDOM OF GOD by FRANCIS THOMPSON IMPRESSIONS: LA FUITE DE LA LUNE by OSCAR WILDE TWELVE SONNETS: 11. FIRST, BATTLE; THEN, WOMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IT'S ONLY FAIR by BERTON BRALEY |